Lisa-Jo Baker has a blog that I love to read. She has this thing on Fridays – Five Minute Friday.
You guessed it; write for five minutes straight. No editing. No re-do.
Today’s Topic: WHAT MAMA DID
My mother has always been my best friend, except those know-it-all tween and teen years.
Anyway, she has always been my best friend, my confidant, my adviser and my champion.
There are childhood moments and memories-
- Reading me a book on the kitchen floor just because that’s where we were;
- Giving me a piece of dough to play with as I help her bake;
- And, though you wouldn’t do it today, following the guys and screaming at them after their short stop threw me to the floorboards of the car.
She is the woman I want to be.
A pillar of strength, yet humble and honest that God’s love and grace is the life sustaining blood that should flow through our veins.
She was there.
When I got to the hospital to see Danny, she was there.
When I laid my head down that night in their bed (having booted out my father), she was there, holding my hand. I could hear her praying and crying.
When I could not do for myself, she did it. She was there.
In the darkest times, she has been there.
In the awesome moments of victory, she celebrated with me.
Though she is now miles away, she is still there.
For what I need, she is there.
I know that one day, the Lord will call her home.
I know I will miss her. I know I will grieve.
But, of this is I am sure, when I get to heaven, ready for my wedding feast, she will be there.
For then, for now, and forever, she will be mine.
God blessed me and picked her to be mine.